"What nonsense are you talking about?" Su Qinglan said sharply. "Who gave you such an idea?"
Rong Ye immediately hiccupped.
His eyes darted instinctively straight toward Han Jue.
Han Jue glared back so hard it felt like daggers were flying through the air.
Rong Ye nearly swallowed his tongue.
"N-No one!" he blurted out quickly. "No one at all!"
Hu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Rong Ye," he said calmly, but with a dangerous edge, "are you asking for a beating? Why do all kinds of bad thoughts always come from your mind?"
Rong Ye's face crumpled.
He really wanted to cry.
But he felt like he had already cried too much today...there were no tears left.
At that moment, the three cubs immediately nodded in agreement, their small heads bobbing seriously as they supported their father.
Even Xiao San leaned forward slightly and hissed softly at Rong Ye, his tiny tongue flicking out in warning.
Rong Ye's face turned green.
Then purple.
